User blog comment:Redmight/Blackbane castle and the Island of Despair/@comment-2207385-20111128031304

Starting scenario for Clayrion

Mists of darkness that stretches far into the unending void of black. the simple tinkle and waves of water stretching far on the ground. The scene looking that of nothing, a vast empty nothing of black, except for a lone simple fire burning blissfully and without a care in the world, its fire contained in a circle of rocks on the ground, but strangely as it touches the ground it does not diminish and disappear to nothing, it lives on as the warmth of the fire continues warming the cold and chilling air made of nothing.

A simple breeze of chilling cold moved the mist gently throughout the eerie darkness as near the fire a lone squirrel sat in a wooden chair sleeping peacefully despite the forbidding surroundings he was in.

His reddish fur gently glowed with the fire next to him as his tall figured held his beaten scale mail armor shined with the hue of red and flickering like of the fire and warm aura.

Gently as if a whisper a voice appeared from the winds and caressed his ears, "Wake up......................dear soul wake up!" the water slowly waved a tad harder as the voice rose a bit